Searching For Miss Goodbar Part 2

"Last week as you recall, after several close encounters, our intrepid traveler found himself in mortal embrace with an amorous alien vixen from the pleasure planet Thailand, threatening his very bank account and existence" -read on… 🙂

Recap:

So here we finally are, and she's in the shower…

With the lights dimmed and the TV on, we soon find ourselves together in bed, when "BAM" she grabs me… We sort of grapple a while then she starts kissing me frantically and the tension suddenly unleashes with both of us, I'm not sure if we're making love or 'fighting' somehow!? After about an hour and a half, we're lying their exhausted, panting and she's still holding me pretty tight. We're mildly 'bruised', – both have slight marks and slight scratches on us from the sheer unleashed 'tension'… She smiles a satisfied smile, and hell, so do I…!

What had just happened was more a 'contained explosion' than anything else, yeah 'busted' I know I am, – lying here, but what the hell? I'm practically 'dead' this girl's killed me nearly, then she cooes, "I want stay tonight ?"

What the hell's happened? – have I somehow found my Miss goodbar??

My rule is to seldom if ever, let a girl stay the whole night, – especially on a first night. It's like a 'one foot in the door' type concession, an admission if you like, in spite of the extra money bit, she then thinks 'you like
her'… As is common, a conversation begins after the event in between watching a movie, – the usual peripheral distraction. You find yourself admitting to girl friends, former wives, children etc. I felt comfortable as Pia played with the
hairs on my chest, her questions weren't intrusive, she seemed to have some genuine interest and seemingly latched onto the fact I was divorced. In the space of that evening, she probably asked me everything except what job I did. I was beginning
to like Pia, she held back just enough not to be aggressive or intrusive, but politely interested and inquisitive as any female would be, and perhaps yes, a little more…

Finally I resolved to ask or quiz Pia over her "apparent anger earlier on with me, and her apparently 'mistaking' me for someone else" Smiling sheepishly, she buries her head in my chest, not saying anything… "Well?" I
said finally. "I'm soo shy" she says, – faltering, "I think you Mr. Sven" my friend from Norway…" Fixing me in the eye she says "Sorry, I mistake, really, – "ohhhh I-crazy, my friend Dan [Daah] say I crazy"
[laughing]

Hmmm, am I gonna buy that story?? Well, I elect to do so, for the time being anyway, and perhaps it won't even matter later on anyhow…

As Pia and I talked on and off into the night and morning, it was clear some strategy was being worked out here, whether for better or worse on both sides. It was a two-way street though as far as I could tell. Either
way, it didn't matter, [Mai Pen Rai] but we were both if you like, 'feeling our way' along with each other and setting down 'the rules of engagement', whether consciously or not. Pia was a hooker, yet she wasn't acting
like one, not in my book anyway, and not by the normal and standard practices of such women in my country. She was as rounded and as red blooded a female as I had ever encountered, a vixen in the bar, rough sex, yet a capacity for extreme gentle
and sensuality in the bedroom. Nonbusiness-like too, this simply didn't have the 'feel' of a BG business transaction, not in any way to what I had experienced before.

Perhaps the biggest single most destructive and troublesome 'enemy' to any relationship in this land of smiles is "scepticism" – that nagging ever constant thought the other party's lying through their near-perfect white teeth.
Broken Thai and English spoken here, but always, always fluent bullshit…

Picking my way through Pia's unveiling's and story, a mental picture began to slowly emerge of a fairly stable and loving upbringing, she loves her Mother and stepfather, her village in north eastern Thailand [Som Det] and people around her.
I couldn't detect any traces of childhood abuse between the lines as it were, common in young Thai women. She spoke passionately and affectionately about her family in faltering, but sufficient English, 'painting a picture' if you
like, I liked it too, what I was beginning to see… It was also plain now from Pia's chiselled feminine looks she was half Lao, half Thai by parentage, and the 2nd oldest sister of three. Her eyes were beautiful, almond rounded yet slanted
which 'saddened' her normal facial expression. Aged 26, her eyes were already showing slight signs of prolonged stress, with tiny flaw-lines emerging, etched into her finely chiselled features and squared jaw-bone. She was young, but
not too young, a good age for me in fact, mature enough, yet in ways wrestling with her own maturity and fast developing womanhood, given to bouts of girlishness, – quite beguiling really.

Come morning, Pia leaves without much ado, in her usual jaunty yet casual manner, mixed with warmth, we swap phone numbers [another concession I feel] and 'contact' has been made, or is that 'contract' !!?? Thai-kissing me longingly
on the cheek she leaves, saying she wants to see me tonight?? "We go out later tonight okay kaaa?" Almost without flinching I find my self accepting her invite, and agree on meeting her at the bar about 8pm. 'Damn' I thought,
what am I doing?? As I close the door, Pia flounces victoriously toward the elevator smiling broadly over her shoulder at me… – It's quite apparent I've just lost another small, small battle in the war of strategy…

I needed to get my head around this, and the best way was a shopping expedition alone around Mahboonkrong, [MBK] with the odd coffee break for recollection and thought processing. Also to revert to the golden rule of never getting sucked into some scam.
It hit me that perhaps I was allowing myself to do just that, – but hell, it wasn't exactly without some pre-thought, and mutual consent, albeit tacit, I hadn't 'lost' anything except say, 2000 Baht. Yes, I gave her the money,
because I wanted to 'keep it sanitised', to keep it as a minor contract, and no, I didn't let her stay beyond the morning, or offer to take her out in the day. You can't make love to a BG and not give money, if on some morale
trip and you believe you are a man who never pays for sex, stop kidding yourself, wake up and smell the coffee… I laugh when men say, "she never asked for any money" after the sexual act, of course not dummies! she's expecting
you to give it to her though, sooner or later. She might be too shy to ask, or she likes you, BG's can be very flexible when they want, especially if 'reeling you in', – or getting you to like them. Don't let your male sexual prowess be fooled for a microsecond when she 'doesn't ask for money'…it always, always follows later. Don't think she's doing you a favor and 'loves you'
(!) because she doesn't ask for money, – it simply doesn't work that way. "Free love" as some lesser experienced tourist's term, doesn't exist in Farangland, let alone here. Free love? no, not at any price or stretch
of the imagination…

On her leaving mid morning, Pia confused me a bit by saying "You changed a lot" maybe I misunderstood, – but changed from what?? or who?? Was she referring to some predilection we'd been together before as she was always claiming?? I thought
we'd straightened that one out?

I sometimes began to think I was 'losing my marbles' here, I'd heard so many different stories from girls and other Farang's, but never anything like this. I remembered quite clearly any previous encounters with girls, and even if
I'd 'forgotten' a girl, I'd remember her pretty instantly upon seeing her again, memory recall and all that. With this girl "Pia" – I had no total-recall, no recollection of ever taking her out previously to this
visit to Thailand. Huh, this is absurd I even need to 'convince' myself. Maybe I should ask her for pictures of her previous boyfriend or 'me' as she claims?? That would prove irrevocably whether
she was telling the truth, but I doubted the practicality of this somehow, this was Thailand after all, 'where nothing is as it seems'. She probably didn't have any photo's anyway…

I could just 'ride out the storm', – have some 'fun in the sun' and go along with things, but what if she starts getting serious? – She seems after all to think she's been dumped once by me?? – Could I 'risk' the consequences
hurting her [again]??. I know some before me wouldn't care, wouldn't give it a 2nd thought, but this isn't me… "ditch the bitch" is the hardened ex-pat Farang reply, but it's not mine.

I had to remember however, that with all the best intentions, Pia was a 'hooker' and BG after all, and that's probably what she's most adept at, 'hooking' someone, a guy, – to her own ends, and that being solely for financial
gain. This would have to be, for the time being, my 'benchmark' limit as to how far I would allow her [or myself] to go, so I would keep it 'strictly business' until such a time as I would 'know her' and her intentions.
I once had two girls fighting over me previously, [not a boast, I can assure you] and remembered how 'over aught' things can get when a girl [thinks] she becomes emotionally involved. "Emotionally" – now there's a complex
word, as here, it means something quite different, as money, loss of face and pride are all intermingled with this word in the Thai connotation. Often too, with young immature girls struggling to understand the complexity or depth of their own
feelings. Unlikely as it seems, many BG's dream of the day some Farang or Thai BF takes them away from the bars, it's just that some do it nicely, others not…

You have to remember that once you 'take on a girl', no matter how casually [here], you become her 'income' her means of 'gainful employment' if you like for want of a better phrase, and when that comes into doubt or under 'threat', you'll see sparks fly, especially if you start fooling around with another girl in front of her, a 'heinous crime' by any other. The emotional conflict, humiliation, and 'threat'
to her 'income' [i.e. you!] coupled with immaturity, can easily spill over into violence or fighting, – you do not want to get in between a BG cat-fight, let me tell you, it ain't pretty!! Consequences
always surround human interactions, and remember, when here and you take on a girl, you're taking on a human being, unlike some of the attitudes of the case-hardened ex-pats that abound in these bars.

And so back to Pia, what was I to do? I was equally anxious yet inexplicably drawn to her, maybe more physically so, but there was emotional depth and undeniable tension there too, and interesting combination. I'd have to see as night fell, to see
if I'd be drawn back to the same bar (Camelot) to see her again, [as I had promised] I had no doubt she was 'waiting for me' especially, – I had gone to great lengths not to promise her any more than this next, initial meeting.
Sometimes, to put a girl off the scent, I'll not go back for a night or two, to let her know I'm not serious, or to remind her I'm 'not hers to play with'…

Pat Pong is an ugly place by day, a drab, depressing looking Soi adjoining Suriwong Road to Silom road, the two main jugular roads in those parts. The sheer verve and colour are utterly absent in the daytime, only a few jaded touts 'patrol'
PP's ends looking for 'stray' tourist's to pick off, who can't seem to 'get enough' of the action or to find something. You see them sometimes, tourist's wandering around PP in the tepid Grey daylight gloom,
hardly believing it's the same almost magical kingdom as the night before, being picked off my the daytime hopeless touts with promises of young girls or boys, – lambs to the slaughter. Some seek beer-refuge in a still-open bar beer in PP,
amid the pinched and pallid faces of the daytime bar girls, worn out hookers from times passed, and too many past boyfriends to even recall.

PP is best avoided during day time, it's quite probably the worst place in Bangkok in the day, and an air of audible gloom hangs over it until about 3pm when the market vendors start setting up. From about this time, PP is a cacophony of sound and
banging metal poles and activity as it slowly comes again to life, like Frankenstein's monster… It's bloody dangerous too, as unsuspecting tourist's pick their way through from Silom, barely avoiding the whizzing Fork Lift trucks
and huge heavy metal boxes landing with resounding crashes. The hundred or so Thai laborer's are muscular and seem not to even notice the odd tourist picking his way precariously through, – much to his peril!!

As night falls, Pat Pong 1 undergoes an almost dramatic transformation, turning from a drab Grey coloured Soi into a bright neon lit and lurid Butterfly, a hive of activity and life, extreme fun to deprivation, exuberance to despair, a smelting pot of
human activity, a "human zoo" by any other name, whereby all human behavior is on display for another's amusement. PP's metamorphic transformation begins noisily in late afternoon, but hasn't still had the final breath
of life until about 9pm, whereby all the girls are in their respective bars and PP is in full swing, in the 'cruise'. It's hardly worth going to PP before this time, as the bars are often slow,
and not fully manned, or "girl'd" as it were until about 9pm!

Although the bars open at 6:30pm purportedly, they're virtually bereft of all but a handful of the youngest most inexperienced baby-girls, [not 'babes'] or 'rookies'. The older more 'senior girls', as pecking order dictates,
and often the most sought after and better earners/lookers, appear around 8pm onwards, turning up almost nonchalantly at different times, a mixture of hard core BG's and freelancers, 'salaried' and non-salaried. You'll often
see throngs of jean-clad girls walking and picking their way slowly through PP on their way to work, separating and then disappearing among the labyrinth of bars and brothels, – they're in no visible hurry either for their night's toil.
Mamasan's sit eagerly tapping their long thickly painted finger nails on chipped and fading bar tables that have seen equally as much action, anticipating their charge's arrivals, lambasting them for being late in coarse ugly Thai and
Lao diatribes. The girls, unflinching, uncaring or just used to it, disappear to their changing rooms, emerging not as girls anymore, but as something completely different, as the older Mama San draws a heavy sigh, as realisation dawns on her
own distant lost and misspent youth in the bars… Meanwhile, other girls apply paint to their faces similarly and as solemnly as young Indian warriors once did before going into battle, a tousle of their hair, a 'pout' at the mirror,
– Isaan's lost daughters transform themselves into devastating vixens of the night, and are ready to do mortal battle with the Farang…

The changing rooms in Go-Go bars are small, often just an offshoot of the toilets, which has surprised many a farang getting out his wedding tackle only to find he's 'not alone', as scantily clad girls gossip and repair smudged makeup completely
oblivious right next to him… a mixture of perfume and urine hangs in the air, lovely…

All manner of family and human dramas are recounted in these dingy and crowded changing rooms, in a cacophony of noise as girls chatter and giggle or cry, shouting over each other, talking about boyfriends, errant husbands, Farang lies and bar girl battle
strategies as complex as any other. Meanwhile the resident Thai DJ's crank out the music at full belt to otherwise empty bars where only the disco lights are revolving. Irritation finally overcomes the Mamasan who suddenly invades the sanctity
of the changing room with a raucous bellow, sending the girls streaming out through the narrow door, as a makeup bag clatters to the floor, girls scattering out onto the dance platform or cat-walk in readiness for the first customers, still chattering
away in their organised bedlam.

You see everything after night fall here, Farang, lady-boys, [Kai toys] vixens, tramps, thieves, philanderers, hobo's, ghouls and ghosts to the darn right and positively beautiful. They're all here vying for a piece of the action, making their
way in world as best they can, – some however, do fall off on the way! The small 'jugular' road that adjoins PP's small offshoot road that has various Cafe's and restaurants nestling amid Bars. A good place to sit and literally
'watch the world go by' is the large corner Italian seafood restaurant alongside this small interlinking passageway, tightly sandwiched between the restaurant and King's Garden Bar Beer complex, where everyone passes through at
some point, and serves as a small window to PP and the life within.

As I too slowly picked my way through Pat Pong now at its peak activity this night, I thought what a proverbial 'cesspit' the place was, yet so oddly attractive to foreigners. It's lurid gravity is inescapable, irresistible, it lures yet
delivers nothing tangibly other than heartache and misery to so many. Even for me, it holds a sort of 'primeval fascination', not just the promise of sex or adventure, but the sheer activity and clutter, the noise and the smells and
the chaotic paraphernalia that is PP, that is Bangkok. It is in essence, the South East Asia of ripping yarns and stories of old, the orient at its worst and best, the wild east meets the wild west in a head-on collision of bars, clubs, noodle
stalls, hookers and farang. Unbridled adrenalin soaked fun meets deprivation, misery and eventual destruction for the unlucky few, often in a drug induced oblivion, simply when the fun and the money runs out, because for some, there is nothing
else…

You could say the same about Bangkok generally, (!) but it's more 'concentrated' here, the good the bad and the downright ugly, – right here. Looking into the bars, the mind is unconsciously thrown back to ancient Byzantium times where
affluent masters looked on at dancing slave girls, – it's a deeply primeval driving force, deeply sexual, acted out over centuries against the backdrop of the oldest profession known to man, prostitution. It's always fascinated me, why
the so-called fairer sex can 'market' themselves so readily this way, or to 'prostitute themselves' in ways that subtly undermine their very femininity, something here, they're willing to 'trade off' for utter
and total sexuality. Similar patterns manifest themselves in our own western society with women, only the stakes are much higher there, sexuality's more submerged, as opposed to the more 'urgent' physical and 'financial'
needs here, where a man can get 'mugged' by a woman in the nicest possible way, losing only a few hundred pounds, and live to tell the tale, – and keep the house…

A couple of American guys once lamented to me at a bar in Pattaya 3 years before, looking around them, saying "Look at 'em man, they hate us really, they're only screwin' us for money" I volunteered – "they' were doing
that back home too, – the only difference here was that a brutal honesty prevailed here", there was no 'pretence' here, you knew from the very start that's what it was for. In spite of this, relationships do actually grow out
of this 'sex for money' up front 'honesty' against all the odds…a rarely germinated seed somehow surviving against the floods of broken promises and lies, – a small miracle in fact.

Picking my way along, 'Camelot' bar was drawing closer now as I browsed the night market stalls, rain was promising tonight and I could hear the combined discernible music pounding out from the three King group bars along this stretch, King
Castle I and II, "Camelot" being the farthest. Darkened inside as I entered, passing the pretty door girls and touts. Attractive girls are outside in 'civvies' obviously dancers given 'door duty' for one reason or
another, [peeliod?] or having promised a boyfriend they're "not going to dance anymore" Huh, yeah right! Oh well, working the door is a half-measure I suppose? A compromise… door girls are readily Bar Fined as any other, and often
accompany customers they like inside, flitting between them and the door if the Mama San complains.

Entering a busy bar, you're confronted by a barrage of female beauty and womanhood like none before. The bar's best and most attractive girls are always placed strategically at the front, visible from the front and the doorway to passing customers
under the wary and ever watchful [sometimes bloodshot] eye of the Mama San. Camelot seems abuzz tonight with activity, girls running this way and that in playful abandon, it was chaos on the floor, some girl had twanged a girl's Bikini string
all too hard with resultant playful mayhem…a fat Santa-Claus like man laughed and bellowed loudly in Thai at the fun before him, obviously an ex-pat farang. "Pia" looked warily down at the fracas playing out in front of her, from her
No # 1 front-'post' and is gyrating around her pole with enthusiasm, unlike some of the girls around her. An old Tom Petty hit ("Runnin' down a dream") was thumping out, – the girls were clearly lovin' it and getting
stuck into the guitar and bass rhythm, the place was buzzing, the air was almost electric… Pia sees me, and fixing me with a smile as I enter, she reminded me of a cat having just stolen the cream. Well, here I was again… Avoiding her attentive
gaze, I found my seat against the wall, to sit relax and observe. I always refuse to sit at the bar, it's too close to see anything.

I sat down enjoying the Tom Petty song, I'm a fan of his music, and thought how unusual it was the [Thai?] DJ was playing it, they play such benign 'House' or Indie [Independent aka 'Garage'] crap as the girls can't dance to. The Thai DJ's are often playing stuff they solely like, hell, clearly not for the girls [or the customers?] who are there to do a job after all, and that's to dance!

With a muted clack-clack of heels over the music, across to, and onto the bar and floor, Pia strode the great divide with graceful well practiced steps, her booted long legs were no match for the dance floor to bar distance as she stepped down not waiting
for invitation, nestling in beside me, crossing her long legs in her usual questioning posture, cocking her eyebrows in expectant query, studying my facial expression. It was clear Pia wasn't letting me leave tonight without Bar-Fining her,
and her alone, her posture and demeanor were set in stone, her intentions in granite… "Remember what you say?" – "You promise take me out tonight okay ka?"

Moments later, "Dan" sat beside me on my opposite side, Pia's 'mate' and 'dance opposite', both Dan and Pia 'man' the front most or side front 2 poles at Camelot, and both were prime experienced dancers, both
tall, statuesque, and lovely girls. This however, put the proverbial 'cat among the pigeon's' as I had had a previous 'encounter' with "Dan" and got slightly burned. Pia exchanged a few [Lao?] words with Dan
across my lap, – Dan, then sitting back in resigned acceptance that tonight at least "I would not be hers" Dan and Pia eyed each other warily for a moment as 2 Muay Thai boxers might for a brief second, sipping their drinks, Pia's
feather's visibly ruffled at Dan's mere presence, but yet noble in friendship. Pia 'allows' Dan to stay sat beside me…as long as she doesn't touch…- that much was crystal clear. Dan volunteers; "very quite Bangkok
now, no customer.." I shake my head silently in disbelief, I've never seen it so busy, (!) wondering what Dan's talking about, maybe she wants a tip?

I could feel yet again the tension almost tangibly building as I sat between this uneasy female truce, Pia was pressed against me 'staking her claim' and showing all around her [and Dan] that I was hers and hers alone without saying a word.
Deciding to relax, kick-back and abide my time here in the bar, I decided to wait for Pia and Dan's next dance-shift, and sit back to enjoy their dancing. I bought Dan another Coke, Pia ordered her usual Bacardi Breezer as she got up, putting
it firmly down on our small table more as if it were a 'flag' to stake her claim against all unwanted female advances from any other 'predator' – dare sheee who may try… Next to Dan's Coke, it seemed strangely as though
a pecking order had been established in the same action. This is how girls 'mark their territory' or a 'farang' with a more expensive drink, one which cannot be so readily disposed of as say, a half empty Coke glass… 'Claim
stake' drinks are normally a Bacardi Breezer or a more expensive Heineken beer, drank through a straw for maximum effect…

Pia athletically mounted her stage post again with the same effortless long legged strides, thigh length boot tassel's swaying fluidly with her, as she strode up in speed to and 'engaged her pole', twirling around it as she did with some
visible centrifugal force and gusto, auburn hair swinging outward, her tummy flattened and hardened by years of dancing and exercise, lithe and lovely, the archetypal female predator incarnate, muscle tone and femininity in harmony and motion.
A man's dream or nightmare, – I hadn't decided, but the fascination was still there, ever growing, and it wasn't so much the smiles between us but long stares of ambient lust and sheer carnal intent in the eye. I wanted nothing
more than to possess and impregnate her at that moment, sheer, sheer unbridled physical lust was taking me over and my normal senses were leaving me, slowly deserting me as she swung there, fixing me with a stare, she was in full flight, – I was
in free fall… Meanwhile, my Wallet was calling out for help…

Pia's adrenalin was kicked-in, it was clear to see and tell, she was enjoying the thrill of the hunt, staking her intentions, her skin was visibly shining I recall, and Dan's nearby and slightly rejected glance confirmed my feelings. Dan had
seen it, she had seen the sheer life force in Pia that night, there was no stopping her. There would be no question, no standing in her friends' way… Pia was 'pumped up' a queen reigning supreme – ready to blow, her looks and
glances told me that I would pay her Bar Fine the next round down, no hesitation, no question… Her dancing had almost become a rhythmic and pulsating war-dance by now, as she aggressively negotiated the pole,
bowing and straining under her moves. The War of the sexes had just been declared by Pia… Dan's dancing had by now become passive and 'uncompetitive', subdued against Pia's, – but her attentions
were drawn elsewhere. I was relieved, the last thing I needed right now was a 'competition' between these two comparable Thai 'Amazonian'. After what I had previously experienced on first meeting Pia and her mistakenly thinking
I had usurped her, I daren't 'upset' her again!…

As Pia's 'dance-shift' came to an end, the girl's 'clap-clap' signal for change over had barely started when she left the stage again in her customary long leggy strides, to sit down beside me, and gulping thirstily from
her Bacardi Breezer bottle strategically left behind before she went dancing. Her skin was wet and shiny, small beads of perspiration were on her lower back as I put my arm around her, I could almost feel the heat rising off her, and from within
her, her perfume mingled with a 'hot girlie smell'. Holding out her hand she said "Bar Fine PLEASE" which I duly paid. Her demeanor told me she had worked hard on the floor for me, and 'now it was my turn' to show
good faith and take her out by Bar Fining her. Handing over the cash for my drinks with her bar fine, she reached fully over the bar counter to retrieve her drink-chits, revealing an impossibly tight bum, toned no doubt, after several years of
dancing. Some of the girls achieve athletic-like fitness and work out too, with the emphasis on 'retaining' their femininity without turning themselves into virtual female wrestlers…

Without much ado Pia strides off to the changing room with a mime as if to 'change a shirt' saying "wait here, okay" she says, throwing a quick warning glance to the effect 'I'd better be
there when she gets back'…

Pia's account:

I was so embarrassed when I finally realised I had mistaken Simon from my friend Sven from Norway, so I pretended not to say anything about it at first when I realised, and hope he would still take me out anyway. I hated "Simon" at first, because I thought he was "Sven" and was angry he came back to Thailand without telling me. Farang are like that, they only come back without telling you for one reason, because they're seeing someone else. When I realised Simon was someone different in fact, I was so, so embarrassed but played it cool, and played it down. My friend's had already said they didn't think it was Sven when I saw Simon coming into the bar, but I was so angry I didn't think right. My friend Dan had been lucky that week too, when a farang took her out every night and paid her a lot of money, farang like me and Dan, but Dan talks too strong about money to them and they fall out with her…

My friend Dan's got her eye on Simon too I think, she's my long-term friend but she can be a little bitch sometimes, she nearly stole a boyfriend from me last year, and we fought over it. We only made friends again when she needed my help because her Father died. She's tall, beautiful and big-breasted! – farang like that, and she's a 'threat' to me still sometimes… I warned her to keep away from Simon, this farang was mine, and mine alone I told her in the bar one night when Simon was there…. I like Simon, he's well dressed and smart, a little handsome, but older than me quite a lot, but he has a good heart, and I think he's rich and can be a good provider. I feel proud when we're together in front of the other girls. I hope he will make me his girlfriend… I will go to see Buddha tomorrow for good luck in my life and more money to me for my future!

It seems ages that Pia was in the changing room, meanwhile a girl called Meow sat beside me and observed, "you take a lady?" "Yes already, – Pia!" I said gesticulating toward the otherwise occupied front pole position, "ohhh Piaaah"
[Beer?] she says, nice girl, good sanuk, fuk aloy!" I ignored Meow's comments… Meanwhile too, a lady boy had taken up position in front of me on the floor and was dancing like mad. I asked Meow if she "was a lady boy?" Meow
smiled, miming to zip-fasten her lips saying "Nooo can saaay" "secret" – at which point the lady boy fixed me with a glance, and gestured fro me to buy her a Coke. "God no!" – I thought, waiving her off, – the last
thing I needed was for Pia to come flouncing out of the changing room to find a lady boy sitting next to me!! Pia's mood was that of a winner, but that'd change in a Bangkok moment should she found me sitting with another girl, at this
particular crucial moment… Avoiding the Kai Toy's glances, I ask Meow "How work is?" "Very quiet, no customer" she complains, [BG's always say this] "I not busy no way"
Not busy? I think, – Meow's been coming and going like there's no tomorrow I'd observed. "Meow" looks about as busy as a portaloo at a Glastonbury music festival to me!…

Pia finally appears dressed and ready to go, she looks great, albeit a little bar-girlie-ish in figure hugging jeans, a bare well buffed midriff and a shoulder less top affair, broad bare shoulders covered by her main of hair, narrowing to a slim waist
like an hour glass, she looks good, good enough to eat in fact. It's raining outside when we emerge, ducking in and out of the meager shelter the night market polythene covers give. One wrong move, and you can get 'doused' in a
deluge of water cascading off the covers when they get too heavy under the water. Walking and picking our way along, Pia's gotten quite 'splashed', and beads of water are running down her face and midriff as she smiles, while holding
onto my arm… Stopping at Mitzu's Kitchen, a grubby but very atmospheric little Japanese restaurant, although by the small roaches running around and across the table, I figured this place's days were maybe numbered…

We ate sizzling Japanese beef steaks, washed down with warmed Sake' Rice Wine. As the Sake cup-lets flowed, so did inhibitions, and Pia was opening up, in fact we both began to open, with me hanging onto Pia's every word trying to detect something
odd or anything that didn't add up. I could hear and find nothing other than the usual, normal reflections and anecdotes of a young woman who probably had to grow up far too quickly, but unlike the effects of the rice wine, I knew there could
be a hangover…

We made love that night again, only not as 'rough' this time, and the physical side had dissipated into something more tender from her side and I got the impression she was out to please me at all costs. Slowly, and deeply satisfying, we finally
climaxed with her fixing me and looking me deep in the eyes, in mute volumes of perhaps what she wanted to say, yet wouldn't. For a few seconds there, I felt as though she'd gotten inside of me, this was more than just sex now, and it
worried me… We didn't use words like 'Telak' 'honey' or 'love' we were both experienced and those words were so often used all too 'cheaply' and without meaning, but her eyes spoke for her, as I believe
mine gave me away too…

On our parting the following morning, Pia looked calm yet deeply puzzled and concerned when I said I'd see her the day after, or in 2 days, as I wanted to do some things. Even though I'd forewarned her last night in the restaurant I had things
to do today and tomorrow. she herself said she wanted to go see Buddha later today at a Temple in Silom. Whilst graciously but reluctantly accepting my '2-day terms' she teased me without smiling about maybe I was seeing someone else?
I assured her that I wasn't, she took it, probably based on last night's performance. Deep inside I wanted to avoid the 'night scene' at Camelot and PP for 1 or 2 nights and take time for myself, and some shopping. A couple
of night's rest without female company wouldn't do me any harm either…

Pia's account:

I was worried when Simon said he didn't want to come to my bar (Camelot) for a day or so, (?) I was sure he was seeing someone else but can't prove it. He didn't offer to pay my Bar Fine either for those 2 days which was suspicious, – I was too shy to ask but didn't like it… I feel all tingly last night too, I was sure he like[s] me too much already.

A big German man keeps asking me to go out with him buy I don't like, he's too big and ugly, even though he buys me and Dan many drinks. He doesn't smell nice too! Some other Farang are like animal, not polite and "cheap Charliee" long-time stay Thailand…

All Farang speaking, "see you another day Telak" [bullshit!] – but I don't know about Simon, he seems kind and very fair. I 'respect' him because he dress nice and speak little Thai, – he knows 'Thai lady' very well and how things work, I do not think I can bullshit him too, him clever guy. I tell him already about my boyfriend before "Sven" and my Thai boyfriend long before name "Sanchai" but Sanchai keep asking me for money still and say he love me… He hang around PP near my bar sometime with him friend of Dan's, – I don't like, – and I afraid Dan will tell Simon about Sanchai if she get dlunk…

I worry if I too 'strong' with him, [Simon] he will leave me. [alone] I need money but cannot afford to make a mistake now, and must pay rent-house this month too. I owe Dan 4000 Baht too, she keeps asking me about it, "You have [Farang] boyfriend now" she says… Do I??? We will see I say, but I like Simon like 'accident love' I cannot help it… Simon gives me good money, he take good polite care of me already, I know he is no 'Saint', (!) but I like him I can't help it, and he [is] like my old boyfriend Sven from Norway, he was 'Chai Dee maak' too [very good heart-ed]

So what can I do? I have to wait at the bar for 2 nights? Maybe Simon won't come back, [oh Buddha helping me!] – that happens so many times with Farang, they say they'll "come back tomorrow", but leave entirely for somewhere else, or you see them walking along with another take-lady… Dan keeps telling me to take other boyfriends, not just "Simon", "Maybe Simon big Butterfly like all Farang" she said, but she has another idea [agenda] than helping me, and I don't entirely trust Dan, a friend as she is. I think me and Dan are friends only so I can keep an eye on her, but I don't trust her with Simon. I must watch Dan carefully tomorrow and after, maybe she will try to see Simon, she knows which Hotel he stays in, but she already have customer. Ohhhh I think toooo much now…

Simon said to me his Hotel booking is for 3 weeks, – now 2 weeks to go, I don't think he'll change…But I not sure. I'll call him later and see what [his reaction] is, I can tell if he's cooling off from me… That's what I'll do… I want to stay with Simon and want to go away somewhere with him, I want to know him more…

Stickman's thoughts:

My nonsense comments to follow.